To awake on the 1st of September
With your breathe
hanging loose in the air
Is not the most welcoming thing I can think of
I really do think it’s not fair
The coldness that surrounded my body
From forehead to tip of my nose
Is a notice to all and to sundry
‘Tis the end of the summer I suppose.
But the cold it soon evaporates
Replaced by warm September air
So I brush my teeth and wash my face
Get dressed and ruffle my hair
The morning turns to afternoon
And the sunshine warms my heart.
I breathe a sigh of contentment
And let out a little fart.
Careful am I not to follow through
Of clean undies these are my last ones
And I’m not quite ready to slip myself into
A pair of my winter long johns.
Soon I know I will have to.
But not from the mess I have made
But I’m saving my long johns for when it gets colder
And I’m shovelling the snow with my spade.